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September 14, l90l 




Sermons by 

Rev. Abbott E. Kittredge, D.D., Pastor 

Madison Ave. Reformed Cbufch 

New York City 



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Sabbath Morning, September 15, 1901, 



2 Sajiuei^ 3: 38. 
'■'■Know ye not, thai there is a prince and a great man fallen this day in Israel?" 



The seventy millions of this great nation are bowed to-day in 
the deepest grief, and around this vast household of affliction the 
civilized world gathers in a loving sympathy, such as no historian 
has ever recorded, such as no prophet has dared to foretell. 
Presidents have died in office before. On the fourth of April, 1841, 
William Henry Harrison was struck down by disease after an 
official career of one short month. On the ninth of July, 1850, 
Zachary Taylor obeyed the summons of the stern monarch, 
leaving with his last breath this noble testimony, "I have always 
done my duty. I am ready to die." Within the memory of 
most of this congregation, Abraham Uncoln, in the hour of his 
grandest triumph and richest honors, fell by the shot of an 
assassin April 14, 1865; and on September 19, 1881, James A. 
Garfield, the Christian, the scholar, the eloquent statesman, died 
from the shot of a worthless vagabond, just when there were 
opening before him vast possibilities of usefulness. 

And now again by the hand of a dastardly crime our Presi- 
dent has fallen; fallen in an hour of unprecedented prosperity, 
when peace had crowned the labors of four years, so patiently, so 
faithfully, so prayerfully performed. As that bleeding form was 
tenderly carried from the midst of the trophies of American genius 
and art, a nation wept and built up around the sufferer the jasper 
walls of the purest sympathy and love, and from that hour, a week 
ago Friday, our dying President has been the object of the 



trembling solicitude, not only of a nation, but of the civilized 
world. What a volume of supplication has gone up to the Throne 
of Grace ! Old age, mature years, childhood's lisping tongue have 
blended in one sweet cloud of incense for his recovery; around 
family altars, in Sanctuaries and 'neath the vaulted roof of Cathe- 
drals, wherever there has been a temple of worship, in city or 
village or prairie settlement, he, our loved and suffering one, has 
been remembered; Protestant, Romanist, Jew, have all become as 
one under this heavy burden, a burden which only the God and 
Father of us all could lift from our hearts. 

How much has been crowded into these less than nine days ! 
We have hoped; we have feared; we have awaked in sunshine, to 
lie down in clouds, which again vanished in the morning; and 
through all this painful suspense, this watching and praying, our 
President has been growing dearer to us as a nation, coming so 
close to us as individuals and families, that our love for him has 
been, as if he were a part of each home circle, as if he were a 
brother of us all. And we have not watched and prayed alone, 
for beyond the seas, from Kings and Queens, from the peoples of 
every nation has come a sympathy as rich as it has been unusual; 
and so the world has reached their hands under the ocean's 
waves, and grasped our hands in the heavenly sympathy of sorrow. 
But the end has come, the end we feared and against which 
we prayed: and in our bereavement we bend, as a nation, around 
that silent body, in a grief which struggles for utterance, but 
cannot be expressed. We have stopped praying, we have walked 
with soft tread out from the chamber, where millions have, in 
thought, passed these weary days, carrying with us the broken 
crystals of such high hopes. 

It is not my purpose, this morning, to dwell upon the history 
of that life, so suddenly cut off in the very prime of its strength 
and influence, for I shall have an opportunity to do this at 
another time, but I would remind you, at this hour, of some 
causes for thanksgiving, which illumine the black clouds of our 
grief. And one is, that William McKinley was a Christian, and 
a consistent manly Christian. From his earliest childhood through 



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all his political life, in his own State, in our Congress as Repre- 
sentative, and as the head of this nation, he has everywhere lived 
the pure gentle Christlike life, which has been known and read of 
all men. The testimony of that aged mother, whom he was not 
ashamed to stoop down and kiss, in the presence of tens of thou- 
sands, as he took the oath of the most exalted ofiSce earthly honor 
could bestow, "William is a good man," has been the testimony 
of all who have known him in private and public life, the testi- 
mony of political friends and enemies, and this tribute is richer 
than the fading wreaths, which will be laid upon his casket. 

When you think, how few of our public men go through the 
flames of social temptations and political corruption unscorched, 
how few are able to keep the lamp of a consistent piety burning 
clear and bright 'midst the fogs of American partisanship, and the 
moral perils of public success, we may well thank God for this good 
man, who never lost the fragrance of his early Christian home, 
nor the manly gentleness and simplicity which a mother's love 
and prayers wrought out in his developing character. Slander 
was powerless to harm him, and her poisoned arrows fell from 
him as from an armor of steel. Success signal and rapid could 
not spoil him, and the President of the grandest nation of the 
earth was still the dutiful son, the thoughtful devoted husband, 
the sincere Christian, the man of prayer. And because he was 
good, he was z. great man. We know now, what many doubted 
four years ago, that he was intellectually great, great in wisdom, 
in a mental grasp of momentous issues, in overcoming obstacles 
by patient, rugged, tireless work, a man who was always equal to 
the task laid upon him, and was always surprising even his 
admirers by new displays of his vast resources. And to his 
patriotism, his wisdom, his courage, his superb rounded purity 
and massive thought, we owe to a large degree the National 
blessings of to-day, our united country from whose bosom the 
scars of strife have disappeared, the fame and the power of this 
Republic throughout the world and our unprecedented financial 
prosperity. 

We learn, therefore, from his life most clearly the value of 



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character as the condition of a noble and permanent success. 
One may be a genius and yet not be a great man. He may make 
his mark upon his generation by his learning, his scientific dis- 
coveries, his administrative ability or his eloquence and yet in the 
highest sense he may not be great, not one of earth's immortals, 
who live more after than before physical death, for the best, the 
sublimest part of every man is his moral nature, and in its develop- 
ment only can be realized the highest ideal of greatness. When 
mind and heart grow together, when thought has for its founda- 
tion solid principles of righteousness, when love of knowledge and 
love of truth are married by indissoluble bonds, and intellectual 
power is embedded in the soil of moral integrity, purity, gentle- 
ness, there you have a great man, though he may not be excep- 
tional in genius. It is a rounded manhood which makes one a 
blessing to humanity, and this was true in a peculiar sense of our 
three martyred Presidents, whose names will always be written in 
letters of gold on the page of American history, lyincoln, Garfield, 
McKinley. 

How brilliantly did the nobility of this Christian man shine 
forth, in the very hour of the murderous shot of the assassin ! 
Not a thought for himself, not even of his pain, but the first word, 
one of care for the wife in her weakness, then, like the dear lyord 
on Calvary, a plea of mercy for his murderer, and then a regret 
that through his affliction the joy of the country would be 
clouded. What a picture of the beauty and strength of his faith 
was witnessed, when he lay on the operating table and was about 
to take the ether, conscious that he might never awake from 
sleep. As the surgeons paused knife in hand, the white lips 
prayed, "Thy Kingdom come; Thy will be done." "For Thine 
is the Kingdom and the Power, and the Glory. ' ' Did Christian 
faith ever have a grander victory? Was our President ever 
greater, than in that hour of a sudden and awful calamity, but 
which could not cause a tremor of fear? And who will ever 
forget his brave farewell words, "Good-bye, all. Good-bye. It 
is God's way. His will be done," and so he passed into uncon- 
sciousness, whispering to the God he so ardently loved, "Nearer, 



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my God, to Thee. Nearer to Thee. E'en though it be a cro.ss 
that raiseth me." With this prayer he dropped the cross, seized 
the crown of glory and took his seat on the throne with his risen 
vSaviour, a higher position than to be President of a nation of 
seventy millions. 

There is another truth which I want to leave with you to-day, 
and it is, that God reigns and God rules, and because you and I 
can see no possible blessing within the black curtain of this event, 
our nearsightedness is no argument, that God will not bring out 
of this calamity and this furnace a blessing to America. No man , 
though ever so great and good is a necessity to a nation, when 
God is at the helm. France quivered from circumference to 
centre when Henry the Fourth died. Holland seemed like a dis- 
mantled ship without captain or crew, when the idolized William 
the Silent fell by the hand of an assassin, but God was behind 
the darkness, and He made the wrath of man to praise Him. 
There never was a cloud so black, as to put out the shining of 
God's love, and His truth marches steadily on, though sin seeks 
to block the way with broken hopes and tears and graves. 

Do you say, "But God promises to answer prayer. ' ' Well, He 
did answer — answered before the final issue of the sickness, 
answered in the marvellous patience of our beloved sufferer, in that 
peace which pain could not disturb, in that courage that feared no 
evil, in that glorious victory over death. Why, the prayers of this 
nation helped to fill that sick chamber with celestial benedictions, 
and to keep One like unto the Son of God at the bedside. Do 
you say, "But a whole nation prayed for his life." Yes, but this 
crying of a great people for the life of our President, was not as 
mighty a power to move the Father, as was that cry of His 
beloved Son in Gethsemane, but the cup was not taken away, and 
we can now see a glimpse of the love, that refused to remove it. 
The very words, with which we close each petition, "Thy will be 
done," compel us to bow submi.ssively to that will, and to believe 
that God knew better than we, and that his way though so dark, 
is the best way. 

O, my friends, as we stand together in the thick darkness of 



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this calamity, knowing positively that our loving Father had no 
connection with this awful crime, but was separated from it as 
far as heaven is distant from hell; (but hell is not omnipotent and 
our God is,) we take the cup of sorrow from His hand, confident 
that out of it will come a joy, out of the darkness will break a 
liright morning, and some day we shall see clearly His wisdom 
and love in not raising our beloved one up to health again. 
Surely he has not lived in vain, if he had done no more than to 
give to the young men of our Country this sublime picture of a 
character rounded, massive and God-fearing, and of the power of 
such a character over the destinies of a nation and over the hearts 
of a people, for William McKinley was the most splendid type of 
American manhood of all the Presidents of our Republic. And he 
has not died in vain, if the shock of this affliction shall awaken 
the citizenship of our Country to the perils of our shameful 
indifference, to the presence in our midst of the open foes to all 
government and order and law. 

It needs no argument to prove, that the wretched assassin of 
our President was only the legitimate product of a so-called liberty 
of speech and of the press, which is only license and cannot fail 
to undermine the beautiful fabric of our Republic. It is not 
enough to demand a quick execution of the murderer, the majesty 
of the law will be vindicated in his punishment, and the passion 
for vengeance by any other course, than by the law, may be natural 
in a time of almost frenzied excitement, but it is not Christian, 
and it is rebuked by the noble words of our now sainted President. 
It is not enough that Congress shall make any act of violence 
against the person of our Chief Magistrate, to be treason and 
punishable with death. This should have been done long ago, 
and I have no doubt will be done, when Congress shall assemble. 
But we must drive the anarchist from our borders, we must make 
it treason to write or proclaim in speech these pernicious and 
hellish sentiments, just as by law we guard our country against 
the scourge of disease, and by law forbid the use of dynamite in 
or near our homes. A paper in our City only a few months ago 
advocated assassination as being often a necessary act for the 



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people's good, and intimated that the time might come when 
Mr. McKmley should be removed. Such a paper ought to be 
driven from this City, and no reputable merchant has any moral 
right to advertise in its columns. For only when this lawless 
irresponsible anarchism is crushed and destroyed, root and branch 
is the life of any official safe for an hour; only then is our 
Republic safe and strong, for the grand work God has for her in 
the future. 

Let me ask you, as I close, to give your confidence with your 
prayers, to him who is called so unexpectedly to the duties of his 
high and solemn office, at the head of this great nation. Never 
has he been tried and found wanting, and I firmly believe that in 
this sudden emergency, he will rise to meet it bravely, wisely, 
and in dependence upon almighty help. 

This week the silent form of a nation's loved one will be laid 
away in the grave midst tolling bells and the tears of millions, 
but that is only the dismantled tent, from which our President 
has departed to be with Christ, which is far better. And so we 
bow in worship before Him, wdio is greater than earth's greatest, 
more beautiful than earth's loveliest. We exalt Him to-day who 
hath brought life and immortality to light, Him whose grace 
fashioned, so symmetrically, the character of our departed friend, 
who was his guide and shield and joy, in whose strength he lived,' 
in whose peace he suffered, and in whose victory he too was a con- 
queror over death. We exalt Him, not the servant in this hour; 
for all that William McKinley was, he owed to the Son of God. 
If those cold lips could open to-day to speak but one word to this 
weeping nation, that word, I believe, would be Christ— Christ. 



memorial Service, September i$, mh 

Genesis 12: 2. 

'■'■And I will make of thee a great nation; and I will bless thee, and make thy 
name great; and thou shalt be a blessing." 



We have gathered in God's House, this morning, called 
hither by the proclamations of our President and Governor, as 
well as by the promptings of our own hearts, that we may seek 
the divine blessing upon the stricken household who to-day will 
bear to the tomb their precious dead, in another State, and that in 
this hour of a nation's anguish we may bow before Him, who 
doeth all things well, in confession of our sins, and listen for His 
voice, as in the darkness and through the tears we cry, "Speak, 
Lord, for Thy servant heareth." Never was there a day like 
this in all history, never such a vast company of mourners, for we 
may truly say, that the world stand in sympathy and sorrow 
around one open tomb. 

I have thought that it would be profitable this morning, to 
call up to our minds the portraiture of our late President, as it is 
seen in the more striking events of his life. 

He was born in Niles, Ohio, January 29, 1843, and on his 
father's side was of Scotch-Irish ancestry. His early home was 
not one of wealth, and like Abraham Lincoln he knew in child- 
hood the discipline of poverty; but it was a home of earnest 
piety, whose riches of prayer and religious instruction were the 
priceless heritage of his earliest years. He was, as a boy, 
educated in the public schools, and it was the hope of his parents 
that he would become a preacher of the Gospel, in connection 
with the Methodist Church, but his tastes led him to choose the 



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law as a profession. We find him a teacher in a village school 
near Poland, then a clerk in the post office in that town, and this 
was his employment at the outbreak of the Civil War. He 
enlisted, as a private, in Company E of the twenty-third regiment, 
Ohio Volunteers, a company that was one of the most famous in 
the American army, having fought in nineteen battles and having 
lost 276 men from wounds and disease. After fourteen months 
of service in the ranks, young McKinley was promoted to be 
Commissary Sergeant, then Lieutenant, and one month before 
the assassination of the President he received the commission of 
Brevet Major, the commission being signed "A. Ivincoln" and 
reading, "For gallant and meritorious services at the battles of 
Opequan, Cedar Creek and Fisher's Hill." In the battle of 
Kernstown, near Winchester, he was ordered to go back into the 
thickest of the fight and bring out a regiment that was so hard 
pressed by the enemy, that it was a question whether anyone 
could survive; but he obeyed orders, though the mission seemed 
a forlorn hope, and extricated the small remnant of the regiment, 
who had not fallen. Again, in the battle of Antietam, when the 
issue was still uncertain, he filled two wagons with necessary 
supplies, and through a literal storm of shells and bullets drove 
them to the relief of the hungry and thirsty soldiers. The mules 
of one wagon were killed, but he drove the other wagon safely 
through, and from Sergeant McKinley every soldier was served 
with hot coffee and a warm meal, in the midst of an unbroken 
rain of death's missals; a thing never known before in the annals 
of any army. It is a striking coincidence, that the Colonel of his 
regiment was Rutherford B. Hayes, who wrote of him in his 
account of the Vv^ar, "We soon found that in business and execu- 
tive ability he was of rare capacity, of an unusual and surpassing 
capacity for a boy of his age. When battles were fought or a 
service was to be performed in warlike things, he always took his 
place. When I became the commander of the regiment, he soon 
came to be on my staff, and he remained on my staff for one or 
two years, so that I did, literally and in fact, know him like a 
book, and loved him like a brother." 



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At the close of the war, he was admitted to the bar of his 
native State, March 7, 1867, and on January 25, 187 1, he was 
married to Miss Ida Saxton of Canton. Two daughters were born 
in this union, whose true and tender love is to-day the object of 
the admiring gaze of a bereaved nation; but the children were, in 
their infanc}^ called to their heavenly home. In 1876 Mr. 
McKinley was elected to Congress by a majority in his district of 
3,000, and was twice re-elected. It is a peculiar fact, that when 
he became a member of the House, his old Colonel, Rutherford 
B. Hayes, was President. Those six years in Congress brought 
out to a nation's gaze his remarkable traits of executive ability, 
tireless industry, and a sincerity that was never questioned. He 
was a strong partisan, and believed firmly in protection as a con- 
dition of his country's prosperity, but at the same time, his digni- 
fied manner, his invariable courteousness and his charm as an 
orator, won the attention and applause even of those who differed 
broadly from him in political views. The confidence in him by 
his neighbors was seen plainly in his second election to Congress, 
when, after the limits of his district had been so changed as to 
ensure a distinct Democratic majority of 1800, he was elected by 
a majority of 1,300, though his strong Republican convictions 
were well known. It was the man they voted for, not the poli- 
tician. Then followed his election as Governor of his State, and 
then his re-election by a majority of over 80,000, which at that 
time was the largest majority, save one, in the history of Ohio. 

In 1896 he was elected President of the country, by a popu- 
lar vote of 7,104,799, a plurality of 601,854 over his opponent, 
and in 1900 he was re-elected by a greater popular majority than 
any President has ever received, and the electoral vote for him 
was 292 against 155 cast for the Democratic nominee. I do not 
need to call to your minds the history of his first term as the 
Chief Magistrate of this nation, for it is well known to you all. 
Those four years were not smooth sailing, for following close 
upon his inaugural was the war with Spain, into which he reluc- 
tantly entered. In a conversation which I had with him just 
before war was declared, he said with great emphasis, "There 



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will be no war if I can prevent it," but when the pressure by 
Congress became so strong, that he was obliged, as the servant of 
the people, to accept the issue of intervention in behalf of the 
oppressed in the island, at our very doors, he faced calmly and 
bravely the heavy responsibilities, put forth every energy for the 
strengthening of our army and navj'-, and when the signal victo- 
ries came on sea and land, he as bravely and quietly assumed the 
new and untried responsibilities which followed, undeterred bj' 
the loud charges of Imperialism, and undismayed by the seem- 
ingly hopeless task of bringing peace and confidence to those in 
our newly acquired and far distant possessions, who were so 
ignorant of the beneficent purposes of their new masters. 

He had many diflScult problems to solve, many unexpected 
crises to meet, a new chapter in American history was being 
written and to a large degree written by his hand, but he was 
always loyal to the people, wise in counsel, and so he guided 
the ship of State through the storm to a peaceful haven. 
Under his administration, our country has passed to a world- 
power, the horizon of its destiny has broadened, our civilization 
has reached its blessing hands far off into the Orient, and while 
men looked on with wonder, while many viewed this expansion 
with alarm, this prudent, wise, calm captain, having caught the 
spirit of the hour, kept a firm hand on the helm and feared no evil 
though the ship was sailing in new seas, for God was with him. 
The financial prosperity that followed his second election, was 
simply the expression of the universal confidence of the people 
in his untemptible integrity and his rare ability, which made him 
a safe leader of the Republic. As this morning we look back over 
this life of exceptional success, a success reaching, as it does, 
from the village school to the highest official seat in the greatest 
earthly nation, it is not difficult to discern the secret of William 
McKinley's steady advancement and of the power of his unique 
personality. 

In the first place, his greatness was no recent or sudden de- 
velopment. It was not the creation of circumstances, or the 
reaction upon his nature of political elevation and responsibilities, 



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but on the contrary, his life was a beautiful whole, and the virtues 
which in him have awakened the admiration of the world, charac- 
terized him as a young man. No wasted years. No moral scars 
to be borne through life. No word or act to bring the blush of 
shame to the cheek of friends, but as the nation has known him 
for the past few years, so he was always, truth loving, humble, 
firm in principle, a friend of the common people, and with high 
ideals, up to which he was ever striving. 

More specifically let me say, that he was always a man of un- 
sullied purity of character, for no suspicion even of immorality or 
of political corruption has ever been whispered against him. Then 
he was always actuated by a strong sense of duty, so that he filled 
nobly every position, whether it was as teacher in a district school, 
or as a private and ofiicer in the army, or as a representative in 
congress, or as governor, or as President; his one purpose was to 
do well the task given him, and so at every stage of his career he 
earned the "well done" of those for whom he labored. He was 
a man of high honor, such as must characterize the real gentleman. 
Let me give you this illustration. The scene was the National 
Republican Convention in 1888, when the purpose to make Mr. 
Blaine the candidate had failed, and the convention was on the point 
of being stampeded for Mr. McKinley. Any equivocal refusal on 
his part would have been like a feather before a rising tempest; 
but he never did anything except with his whole soul. Springing 
to his feet, and advancing to the platform, he faced the multitude, 
who were awed at once, by his intense excitement, to a stillness 
like the grave, and said, "I am here as one of the chosen represen- 
tatives of my State. I am here by resolution of the Republican 
State Convention, passed without a dissenting voice, commanding 
me to cast my vote for John Sherman for President, and to use 
every worthy endeavor for his nomination. I cannot consistently 
with the wish of the State, whose credentials I bear and which has 
trusted me; I cannot with honorable fidelity to John Sherman; I 
cannot consistently with my own views of personal integrity con- 
sent or seem to consent to permit my name to be used as a candi- 
date before this Convention. I would not respect myself if I 



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should find it in my heart to do so, or permit to be done that 
which would ever be ground for any one to suspect, that I wavered 
in my loyalty to Ohio, or my devotion to the chief of her choice 
and the chief of mine. I do not request, I demand that no dele- 
gate, who would not cast reflection upon me, shall cast a ballot 
for me." When his friends gathered around him, praising him 
for his loyalty, he answered them, "Is it such an honorable thing 
not to do a dishonorable act ? ' ' 

We see therefore, that he was always true to his ideal of a 
lofty manhood, true to duty, and true to his country, and above 
all and at the foundation of all he was true to his God, a man of 
childlike trust in the guidance of infinite wisdom, a man to whom 
prayer was the means through which he was fitted for every 
responsibility . It was a few months after his first election as 
President, that I called upon him in Chicago, and in a conversa- 
tion I asked, "Do you not feel an anxiety, as you look forward 
to heavy responsibilities, and to difficult questions that you may 
have to solve? " And he answered quickly, "I have no anxiety 
whatever, for I believe in a Providential God, and he has promised 
to guide me in every step I take." And thus this nation has 
known this great man, has known and trusted in his purity, his 
devotion to duty, his courage and mental clearsightedness, and 
his transparent piety, and besides all this they have had a glimpse 
into his heart life as they have witnessed his almost sleepness 
loving care for the invalid wife, a care never forgotten by him 
under the heaviest public duties, and a love which in that typical 
American home has shed a perfume throughout this wide land. 

So he lived, a man of the people and for the people, than 
whom no grander personality ever occupied the chair of President, 
and it was this pure, noble, brave life which made possible that 
splendid closing, when suddenly, in the hour of his sublimest 
achievements, the summons came from a higher than earthly 
court, and he met death like a conqueror, and in the heroism of 
Christian faith passed up to receive the reward of faithful service. 
The Roman Centurion gazing on the dying Nazarene exclaimed, 
"Truly, this is the Son of God," and as seventy millions watched, 



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through tears of a personal grief, our beloved President die, the 
language of every heart has been, truly this is a Christian hero, 
great in life, greatest of all the illustrious of earth, in the dying 
hour. Well may the flags be half-masted round the globe. 
Well may kings and emperors stand with heads bowed, around 
the casket of this superb ruler and Christian. Well may the 
civilized world pause, and a hush come over business and social 
activities, one throb of loving sympathy binding together humani- 
ty everywhere, as the silent form of William McKinley is borne to 
the grave, in his native village. Let us go from this temple of 
prayer, thanking God for his life, thanking God for our glorious 
Republic whose structure rests upon no one human life, but upon 
the eternal principles of justice, truth and law; and let us resolve 
to do our part nobly as citizens, to guard our country from all 
enemies to its integrity and power, and so to labor for her purity 
and stability and for the highest welfare of our fellow men, that 
we can say when for us this life shall close, as our President has 
said before the throne, "I have finished the work which thou 
gavest me to do. ' ' 

"Go to the grave ! in all thy glorious prime, 

In full activity of zeal and power; 

A Christian cannot die before his time; 

Tlie Lord's appointment is the servant's hour. 

Go to the grave ! At noon from labor cease. 
Rest on thy sheaves, thy harvest task is done. 
Come from the heat of battle, and in peace 
Soldier, go home — with thee the fight is won. 

Go to the grave, which, faithful to its trust 
The germ of immortality shall keep; 
While, safe as watched by cherubim, thy dust 
Shall to the judgment day in Jesus sleep. 

Go to the grave ! For there thy Saviour lay 
In death's embraces, ere He rose on high; 
And all the ransomed, by that narrow way. 
Pass to eternal life, beyond the sky. ' ' 



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